Stains on the road behind usBreadcrumbs out of pieces of our souls we thought you’d cherishTossed behind to guide us through our griefOut of the cemetery where we buried our futures you abortedOut of the cemeteryWhere you dug your grave with the bones of your lovers

Empty bed with two many people in itYour hair on and off your headOur minds in and out of yours“How do you exist?”Does it still make you shiver?“Only you are allowed to see my insides”Did you bury those words inside her too?Blanket made of embraces, caresses, sighs, moansHow many sheets on your mattress?I meant every breathYouYou stole my oxygen

Will it burn your lungs from the inside out?How can you inhale me, exhale herAnd think that we would not discover our names crowded behind your teeth?You cannot rinse me outHer outHow many others?Is that why you made us smaller?Barely a bite-sized second of your day

Click the red box at the top cornerDrive to her warmth, my time is upParasite burrowed in our spacesHotel rooms, make shift placesEasy laughsErase us

Fingers tangled like the web of lies you spunCatching my hair, catching her breathEyes locked like lips, our names fighting for spaceLike our faces in the memories you hide behind your lashesLike the weight you placed on our chestsCollapsing the lungs beneath the cage where you locked yourself insideTonight I clean and carveAnd purge and scrapeYou outRefill the void with compassion, laughter, reassuranceI am self-sufficient